Monday, September 26, 2011

until next year

The sand in this summer's hour glass has run out.
Before it did though, we basked in it one last time...
until next year.

In one summer season I have seen my little girl's love for the coast come alive,
and she has grown more in a 3 month span than I thought was possible.
Her independence grows daily.
As does my urge to hold tighter.
Alas, I love to see it.

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... to see the thrill in her eyes at the same thing over and over again.

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To watch her all encompassing joy over the splish splash of the sea.

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To watch her wonder over the small stuff.

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And to hear her breathe in the balmy air and exhale in laughter.

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The calm of this wave kissed shore welcomes her,

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and she never tires of the simplicity of it.

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Oh Lord, that you would make me more like my daughter.

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That I wouldn't take your creation for granted.

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How God must smile at her love of it all!

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How He must desire for us all to run fearlessly down a beach and praise Him for His works!

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Until next year, we'll store up some of our kisses.

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When the sharpness of the winter cuts us, and we long for the sun's love...

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... we'll close our eyes and remember...

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until next year.
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